Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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'serpent of leaves' appears in impromptu dance
Dancing over a rabbit warren in the roots of a green ash that was infected by the emerald borer and was cut down years ago, I wove my way up...
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I sit before a large painting I am ready to trash to fret about my feelings towards it. Soon I am slapping paint all over the canvas. ___ ... -
Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ... -
Pablo Valdivia, Breathing Underwater translated from the Spanish by Ross Woods Guernica Editions, Fall 2014 102 pages Trade Paperback...
Or perhaps, dear Friend, where we are. Landscape, like Season, changing, transforming from Spring, to Summer, Autumn to Winter. Each distinct, each an image of the Seasons gone before.
ReplyDeleteThis I know, no two gardens were ever the same.
Be Blessed in the ever changing, transforming landscapes, my Friend~